Exhausted
I’ve been used, to the point where I am, no longer.
My faith in God, rising, only getting stronger,
for I dream to go and see him,
for I can no longer wonder,
why I was trapped right here.
If I breathe today, who will eternally cry,
who will walk away before their tears dry?
The only love I desire, the Earth to hold me tight,
for there are too many people, I can no longer fight.
All I ever tried, was to be at peace.
I tried to love, loved until I am deceased.
For no matter how hard I tried, it would never cease,
could never hate nobody, even if I wished.
I need somebody, to be as real,
but I feel, that everyone wants to heal,
at the expense of my will,
which I no longer have.
Everyone against me, as I stay silent,
for if my words start spilling,
these things would turn violent.
I still care, about everyone but me,
if only one of them cared,
I wouldn’t dream to be free.
I wouldn’t dream of a white sheet,
ending all the agony inside of me.
I’d be somewhere, standing with a smile,
only if I got to breathe for a little while.
But I am surrounded by souls with no eyes,
though I scream and yell, why try?
They’d only walk by, as I silently cry,
perhaps if they needed love, they’d ask me why.
If they needed power, they’d sit and shed a tear,
I’ll live this life and that is what I truly fear,
for every year, the end is getting near.
Though I laugh, as I am eternal and here,
as someone will need me there, to feel,
and I will.
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